basketball never sleeps

Chapter 177: The courage is as full as the body of a dragon, and the body is as light as the palm of a flying swallow

"Concentrate, concentrate! If your legs are still intact, run away. Don't let him take action easily again!"

Larry Brown yelled on the sidelines and was beaten 5:0, which reminded him of Mo Wen's 30-point halftime performance.

No matter how much he hates it, he can't deny the explosive scoring potential of a guy who can score 50 points in the playoffs.

The faces of the Pistons players were also full of solemnity. They didn't need Larry Brown to emphasize it, but they could feel Mo Wen's determination today from these two goals.

Returning to the defensive round, except for Damon Jones who chose to defend, everyone else in the Heat chose to shrink.

Hamilton was messing around for a while and couldn't find a chance to catch the ball, and Rashid was relatively free at this time.

Billups passed the ball to Prince, who feinted, jumped up and passed the ball to Rasheed.

Haslem quickly turned around to defend. Being at a disadvantage in height and wingspan, he had no time to fight and could only close his eyes. However, Rashid, who had already completed the shooting action, did not suffer too much interference. He scored.

5:2.

However, during the replay of this ball, Mo Wen suddenly called a timeout.

O'Pang played for 8 minutes and scored 9 points before taking a break. The Wallace brothers couldn't get Mo Wen, so they hit his shark arm with a burst of firepower, which made red marks appear on his dark skin, which made him so angry.

A fight almost broke out again, but Da Fan was afraid that he would be unable to control his emotions if he was left on the court for a while, so he quickly slowed down and protected himself.

Five minutes later, after cleaning, disinfection and bandaging, Mo Wen stood on the sidelines again.

But there is no doubt that if players are allowed to make a choice, a super point guard will definitely be more attractive than a super shooting guard.

"Well done. If you have a chance, give him two more scratches. It's best to go towards his face. This kid is out of points. You must teach him a lesson." Billups, who made 2 of 7 shots, was also there.

The person next to him echoed fiercely.

"WTF, Mo, who did this?"

The spit didn't fly far, but the Pistons players felt like they were being slapped in the face.

After opening the lined vest, an eye-catching scratch mark appeared in front of everyone, but fortunately it was cushioned by the clothes, so the scratch was not very deep. It was the kind where the skin was broken and only a little blood leaked out.

"I really don't know how coach Da Fan arranged it. Just look at giving the ball to Mo Wen. Wouldn't it all be solved? They lead by 13 in the first quarter. I remember that in this series, the Heat didn't even win a single quarter.

Leading the Pistons by 10 points, Wade is a good player, but do you think he is suitable for attacking with the ball? If he is not suitable, he has to play without the ball."

Pistons offense.

The boss who was responsible for guarding Ao Pang from the front could not help but raise his elbows to help defend. Mo Wen did not choose to force the ball. He found the gap and leaked the ball to Ao Pang, who was working hard in the position. Ao Pang was in great form at the beginning.

He did not live up to Mo Wen's trust.

It's all about rhythm.

Seeing this, Daben, who was so focused that he couldn't care about his body balance, twisted his iron waist and fought back.

"Look at how reasonable Mo Wen played today. He shot when it was time to shoot. Giving the ball to his teammates was an opportunity!"

Scored 7 points in a row in the opening game, does it feel like it’s coming?

Ben pushed Haslem away irritably, took the ball and spat it towards Mo Wen bitterly.

The ball was passed between the Pistons players several times, but there was no particularly good chance. The mid-range shot was left very empty. Seeing that the time was approaching and other teammates had no chance, they hesitated and shot it.

Mo Wen couldn't resist, so he had to go back to the dressing room to get bandaged.

"MVP!"

Domestic fans heard this very clearly, oh~ no wonder the Heat lost the first two games, it turned out to be Wade’s fault with holding the ball!

Back in the second quarter, the Pistons players continued their defensive intensity from the first quarter. Prince, who had two fouls on his back, was not timid, but his movements became more and more powerful.

With the Pistons' desperate defense, Mo Wen's efficiency was not as high as it was in the opening game, but the entire team's offense was exceptionally smooth under Mo Wen's guidance.

"MVP!"

After a dribble, he pushed Rashid away with his butt, and sent the ball into the basket with a flexible hook.

Discussions are still going on in the commentary room.

Wade, who was assigned to the defensive end, was less impatient and his shooting became more accurate. He made 2 of 3 shots, including a three-pointer, and scored 5 points efficiently.

His idea was very good, and the Pistons executed it well when they came back. Unfortunately, the home whistle for today's game was the Heat's.

Suddenly, Mo Wen's figure rushed forward with the sound of friction between sneakers and the floor.

Seeing Mo Wen throw the ball into the basket from the pinch of two Wallaces, the young Yang Jian in the CCTV commentary box couldn't help but sigh:

"The courage is as full as a dragon's body, and the body is as light as the palm of a flying swallow. The tide has already lamented the danger of Wu'er, and some people are still alive from death! Don't hear that this ball is really——"

This time it was McBreen's turn to be silent.

The shaky movement was as unpredictable as a naughty kid riding a bicycle. After a brief confrontation, Mo Wen squeezed away the deceived Prince, and like a flash, he cut into the penalty area.

Mo Wen fought hard, but that didn't mean he had to fight head-on every time.

"No matter who did it, none of those bastards have clean hands. Hurry up and disinfect the bag. It's their turn to do it at halftime. Let's get off work early today!"

The basketball tremblingly drew a circle on the rim, and then fell straight down from the side.

"I have always been optimistic about the Heat advancing to the finals, especially Mo. He is the only player among all the players I have seen whose upper limit I cannot estimate." Hubie Brown on the side also nodded and praised Mo Wen.

He also showed no mercy when it was time to commit a foul.

But Mo Wen was not a muscular player who only had eyes for the basket. When he was near the basket, he took a European step and deliberately turned to one side.

However, this time, Mo Wen did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, he let the ball pass through Wade's hands and then took it back, holding the ball outside the three-point line as a triple threat.

Super point guards in history all have one characteristic - they have no shortage of good teammates.

"Of course he can't be compared with McQueen, but you have to know that it would be difficult for McQueen to find a second Pippen now, but Mo will definitely not be short of the next O'Neal or Wade."

"If you were given a chance to choose between coaching Mo and McBride, what would you choose?" McBrin suddenly asked.

"4-for-4 shooting, the Heat's success rate in this opening offense is too high. Mo has really regained his super point guard status. I don't know how the Pistons will defend him later." Mike Booth in the ESPN studio

Lin Sheng praised.

The unpredictable basketball shuttled around Mo Wen's limbs, and combined with his erratic footsteps, just a few breaths brought a great sense of oppression to the defending Prince.

The boos immediately came from all directions.

The Pistons were as stable as ever, scoring 23 points in a single quarter, and the ball was evenly distributed.

When they attacked again, several people looked at each other and could no longer show mercy. No matter what they said later, they couldn't let Mo Wen score anymore.

When the camera showed Mo Wen again, the fans on the sidelines began to shout unconsciously.

"It seems that I...forget it for a while and go apologize to him." The Pistons opened their mouths for Prince on the bench, recalling that he had caught Mo Wen just now when he was defending, and that was probably the time to do it.

.

"It's disinfected, it's disinfected. Where's Dr. Wilson? Hurry!"

"MVP!"

Halfway through the second quarter, Mo Wen scored another 6 points by pulling up, leaning back, and riding a horse to shoot arrows. The point difference between the two teams also widened to 15 points.

Larry Brown couldn't help but call a timeout.

No matter what, Mo Wen cannot be beaten again.

"If I were still coaching the Grizzlies, I would bring him back to Memphis at all costs. He is proficient in scoring, organization, and defense. Being able to coach a player like this is simply the greatest luck for a coach."

The Heat's mascot, "Bernie," the red-haired monster with a basketball nose, also bowed to Mo Wen.

Some female fans in the front row even shouted "Ref you suck" (shit referee)

You must know that the American Iai has two holes, one in front and one in the back. The 20cm bloody wound usually only appears in movies and TV series.

But Prince is not the kind of person who likes to complain negatively. He will do whatever the coach says. He is the perfect role player at the No. 3 position.

Facing the sudden appearance of a dark shadow, he was about to lay up instead of grabbing. He avoided Big Ben's arm and stretched the ball towards Haslem on one side.

You must know that Mo Wen's previous 50+ game was scored by 10 consecutive points in the opening game.

Haslem did not stand still, he rushed over and pretended to catch the ball, but actually grabbed Ben's arm in a subtle way. The two watched together as Mo Wen used a small throw to rub the basketball into the basket before going out of bounds.

basket.

Larry Brown on the sidelines was a little anxious. He didn't call a timeout, but just continued to roar on the sidelines——

The whistle is not too tight, and it is not too biased, but the Pistons players who are used to the uncoded scale of Auburn Hills home games are not used to this kind of mosaic.

Mo Wen did not respond to him, but stretched out his hand towards the scoreboard on the sidelines.

Needless to say, teams without superstars have strong discipline.

Whether it's ankle injuries, leg injuries, knee injuries, or groin injuries, the audience can only watch the players limping, which is not realistic at all because they can't see it.

Heat players who had no chance to perform on the offensive end put in great defensive enthusiasm.

Prince, who had always been calm, gritted his teeth at this moment. Mo Wen looked like a man-eating beast in his eyes, and he was standing on the edge of the cliff.

The Heat scored 36 points in the first quarter, which was almost equal to the combined first quarter scores of the two games at Auburn.

Combined with the rumors about Mo Wen's injury and his performance today, these two words are welded together with Mo Wen.

Mo Wen, on the other hand, scored 17 points and 5 assists in 9 shots with a combination of flat chops and slashes.

A bloodstain along the waist has soaked into the white vest.

Yang Jian:···

Blood is the thing that inspires most fear and excitement in people.

After scoring, the Pistons players did not feel relieved. Instead, after seeing Mo Wen sprinting, they rushed back to their own basket like putting out a fire.

Prince always controlled the distance between him and Mo Wen, instead of betting on a long three-pointer, he showed off his ball control like a fluttering butterfly.

On the other side, the audience was in an uproar when they saw the scar in Mo Wen's shot. This blood mark looked like a knife. For a stadium that didn't see much blood, the visual impact it brought was more than just an irritation.

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Larry Brown just trained him again. If Caron Butler hadn't recovered from his neck injury, Dupree, the other small forward substitute, didn't seem to be able to match up with Mo Wen. He should have been eliminated long ago.

Replaced.

Returning to the defensive end again, after setting up a 32 zone defense formation, every Pistons player was waiting for Mo Wen's "lucky call".

Hubby Brown was paused by the question. He glanced at his partner who was smiling evilly, lowered his head to think for a moment, then raised his head firmly and said:

"I will still choose Mo."

"Fight me, you are such a softie, Mo!"

Of course, it’s hard to explain which came first, the super point guard or the good teammates, and which came first, the chicken or the egg.

There was no time to sigh. The Pistons player who was stuck a second ago saw that the rebound was taken by the squatting O'Fatty. Without stopping, he quickly returned to defense again.

Fear squeezed his attention, and this time he no longer followed Mo Wen's movements like before, but stood in front of Mo Wen as steadily as the Hengjiang Dam.

After holding the ball for several times, he saw that Prince was as steady as a bully under the defensive tower. He didn't hesitate anymore, took a step forward and kicked off the ground, attacking Prince's defense from one side again.

Everyone was still wondering why a timeout was suddenly called. Returning to the bench, Mo Wen opened up the slightly deformed jersey that was caught outside.

"If you can't defend yourself, you'll give me a severe foul. Why are you looking at me? Don't hesitate!"

Prince and others looked to the other side. Indeed, the Heat players seemed to have a bit of murderous intent in their eyes, and Milicic seemed to be observing from that side.

7:2.

"WIN!!!"

"Okay, don't be so arrogant. Look at the eyes of the group of people across from you. Dak is also watching over there. If you want to go up, go up yourself. Don't pretend to be a tough guy from here." Hamilton was afraid that Prince would really believe it.

Hearing what they said, he hurriedly tried to persuade them.

The referee was a little numb, they didn't expect to be scratched like this, and there was no way to make up for this kind of thing, because there were too many similar actions, and they couldn't call them all.

"Mo Weiping" spoke impassionedly in the commentary room:

"How does the American media evaluate Wade? Players with the template of 'Short Jordan' and 'Kobe Bryant II' are not suitable for playing in an organization, you know, especially in a team with several stars. It doesn't mean that he is really

It's just that he can't be as reasonable as Mo."

Wilson frowned and blocked the camera, pushing Mo Wen towards the locker room.

"Oh, there's blood again? It's not bad, but it's not too deep. Come with me to the dressing room and bandage it, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable if you sweat all over it."

After talking for a long time, the topic was just one——

Director Zhang: "Niu Boyi!"

This logic is a bit convoluted, but it seems to be true.

9:2.

But relying on his skillful pull-up jump shots, Mo Wen did not stop scoring.

We can no longer let Mo Wen score goals, either let him strike while alive, or let him die and score goals.

Mo Wen could tell that Prince had also entered the state.

He was leaving anyway, and Larry Brown's words became increasingly unpleasant.

"I apologize to him, it's just a shame. That kid has countless black hands and tricks in the world. This is just an interest, Fuck." Ben slapped Prince in the face.

He said cursingly.

In this round, after Mo Wen got the ball, he did not plan a fast break. Instead, he suddenly slowed down and walked through the half court. He even had time to look at Ao Pang who was walking forward.

On the court, Larry Brown gathered the players together and then... started spraying.

But when he twisted halfway, he found that the ball was still firmly stuck to Mo Wen's hand.

Facing Prince's fierce pursuit and physical exertion, Mo Wen's breakthrough efficiency also declined.

As a person who "suffers from more than a dozen injuries", he is already inspirational enough, and there is no need to put himself on the wall.

"Ah, do you think so highly of Mo? The other one I'm talking about is Michael Jordan, Michael Jordan!" McBrin was very surprised. Michael is the god of basketball, and Mo is only the second or third player in the second grade.

, although he has performed well, no matter how you say it, he can't be compared with Jordan.

The DJ's roar aroused the enthusiasm of the audience on the sidelines.

Tough guy.

Prince could only keep observing and adjusting his defensive posture, but after a few changes, he didn't know what he was adjusting.

After the timeout, Mo Wen still firmly held the offensive dominance, and almost every attack was initiated by Mo Wen.

Ben, who had been prepared for it, retreated back in time. With his muscles taut, he did not stand under the basket, but waited on the side for Mo Wen to throw himself into the net.

Mo Wen was a bit baffled, and it wasn't a serious injury, so how could it be the same as in "Death/Return of the King".

"Um, I scratched you just now. Are you okay? I'm sorry."

After thinking about it, Prince finally went to Mo Wen to apologize.

"Oh, damn, when did you become so girly? It's not normal to hit a ball and make two passes. Don't run around with people like that dog before. Who cares about you?" Mo Wen turned over.

He rolled his eyes and punched Prince anyway.

It feels really good to sleep at night. I will continue coding in the afternoon.

(End of chapter)